Let's shout it loud and clear
Defiant to the end we hear the call
To carry on
We'll carry on

"Personally I think that the greatest threat were those Teenagers," said Dr. Bryar, "You know, the ones with the murder machine? The Vampires weren't that bad. Everyone says that Vampires will never hurt you."

"You're full of it," snorted Orderly Toro, "It was most definitely the Vampires."

"They were vegetarians," Dr. Bryar argued, "they bit brussel spro-"

"The Dad's here," said the orderly rather sulkily as he walked up.

Both of the med staff looked behind him. There was a definite lack of people.

"Are you hallucinating because of lack of sleep or something?" asked Dr. Bryar slowly.

Sighing the orderly gestured to the ceiling.

"They didn't want media attention," said the orderly tiredly.

Both men stood gaping at the ceiling.

"You know," said Séance, "This is actually rather uncomfortable. We would appreciate it if you opened the door."

Dr. Bryar nodded slowly. Not taking his eyes off of the men for one second he opened it. Before anyone knew anything all of the Hargreeve brothers had slipped in. The orderly closed the door as the remainder of the medical staff shuffled in.

Kraken walked over to where Vanya was on the hospital bed. She was seemingly asleep. Dr. Iero was sitting on a chair next to her, his back turned towards the door. Rumor looked up from her magazine. Rolling her eyes she scribbled;

"It's about time."

"Televator broke," supplied Space.

Dr. Iero frowned and was about to turn around when Kraken clamped a hand on his shoulder. He gave out a muffled squeal as he swiveled around.

"Don't do that!" he hissed.

Kraken raised his eyebrows before narrowing his eyes.

"Please?" added Dr. Iero as he saw Kraken's expression.

Deeming that sufficient Kraken asked;

"How is she?"

"Fine, but exhausted," said Dr. Iero, "She needed rest so I gave her some drugs for that. Just to numb the pains and let her sleep for awhile. She's going to need it."

Nodding once Kraken fixed his gaze on Dr. Iero's chair. Sighing Dr. Iero got up and took one of the side seats.

"I shouldn't have been so late," Kraken muttered to himself.

"At least you're here," Rumor wrote as Space walked over to her, "Patrick wasn't even in the City when Claire was born."

"Well we all know what a loser he was," Space said as he leaned against the wall.

Smiling almost mischievously at him she wrote down, making sure that only he could see it;

"I had pretty bad taste in men. Of course, the past tense is stressed."

Something akin to a blush came on Space's face and he looked away while Rumor gave her silent laugh. An hour and a half later or so Vanya started to show signs of waking up.

"Everyone out of the room," said Kraken, "NOW."

"That'd be Kraken's subtle way of asking you to leave," smirked .05 as they filed out into an adjoining room.

"What's the blunt way?" asked Orderly Toro.

"Hitting you with a chair while he says it," .05 answered.

"Should've known," snorted the orderly.

Slowly Vanya opened her eyes. It took her awhile to focus, but she smiled when she did so.

"Hey Diego," she mumbled.

"Sorry for being late," he said, "I didn't even bring flowers or anything."

"Should you have?" asked Vanya.

"Allison says I should've," he shrugged, "Well, that was before we had to go and save Siberia from a group of Astro Zombies. Laser guns and an insatiable appetite for human brains. Never a good combination."

A weak giggle escaped from Vanya's lips.

"That was nothing," he said, smiling, "After them there was this jumbo jet that blew-"

He stopped abruptly as Vanya furrowed her brown in pain.

"Do I need to call the doctor in?" he asked hurriedly.

"Not for awhile I think," she said, "Just another contraction. They've been coming and going for the past few hours."

"Does it hurt much?"

"Like you wouldn't believe."

"Sorry."

"What are you sorry about?" Vanya questioned, "You got to do the fun part while I have to do all the work."

"I did say sorry."

"Good enough."

He paused for a second before asking his next question.

"Thought up any names?"

"A few," she said.

"Any ones you like?" he asked.

"I am partial to the name Tony, if it's a boy that is."

"Tony?"

"Well, Tony for short," mused Vanya, "Anthony would probably be the full name. I've never been into naming kids after their parents. Can you imagine being named Reginald?"

Kraken's face scrunched up in disgust.

"I would've killed myself."

Vanya smirked.

"How about you? Any ideas?"

"Strangely enough yes," he said, "A girl name actually. What about Helena?"

For a minute Vanya looked thoughtful.

"That could work. It's a pretty name."

"Thought you might like it."

Once again Vanya's eyes scrunched up.

"Another contraction?" he asked.

"Yes, but-" she stopped talking with a hiss of pain.

"Vanya?" Kraken asked, starting to get a scared look in his eyes.

"Not…like the…others," she breathed, "More…painful. Get the…doctors in here… NOW."

"Already here," said Dr. Iero as he moved quickly into the room.

At Kraken's inquisitive glance he merely shrugged and held up his watch hand.

"I've been keeping track of time. Bob, Ray, get in here!"

Dr. Bryar and Orderly Toro practically jumped into the room. The orderly ran off to try and get some more equipment. The rest of the family stood rather far off. Rumor had noted that the room was quite big enough to hold them all, but that the last thing they wanted to do was crowd Vanya.

"And don't hold her hand," she wrote to Kraken, "Pregnant women have been known to break their husband's hands."

"I'll try to keep that in mind," he snapped, the only member of the family who was staying near.

The orderly sincerely hoped he would. Treating an angry Kraken whose hand had been crushed by his lover was not how he wanted to spend the next few hours. Dealing with the newest addition to the Hargreeves family was more than enough to last him for the day. Actually, he'd have more than enough to last him for the next week.

Several minutes passed with Dr. Iero trying to calm Vanya who was having a hard time breathing.

"Just take it slow," he urged gently, "You're doing really well. You hear? You're doing really well."

It had just turned seven thirty when the child was born.

"It's a girl," Dr. Bryar murmured, looking strangely at the child.

Vanya slumped backwards, looking exhausted but pleased with herself. All of the medical staff crowded around the new child, sharing worried glances with each other. Even so none of them said a word and none of them made a move to let the parents or relatives see her. Irritably Kraken growled;

"Enough of the ogling. Can the parents her now?"

Slowly Dr. Iero turned to look at Kraken, facing the floor.

"I don't know how to say this…" he started before trailing off miserably.

"What?!" Kraken snapped.

"She…she…" Dr. Iero swallowed hard before saying, "She isn't breathing. And judging from the hue of her skin she hasn't been taking in oxygen for at least seven hours. I'm sorry."